Sunday’s a shitshow, but beyond being caught in the midst of a quartet of bachelorette parties (which would normally be awesome, but I’m not twenty and single anymore, so it’s just annoying), it was a wonderful day.

Paglione’s was terrific, if expensive. Great pizza, great wine.

The dogs loved it.

and then, of course, Sunday.

We are forever at war, especially with ourselves.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 864 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Blackbirds, Chuck Wendig (this is so my style)
Comics: The Four Points 5, Fathom: Blue 5-6, Aspen Universe: Revelations 1
Music: Enter The Vaselines, The Vaselines